I teach kendo in Tokyo

Jinguji Tamamo licked his lips - this was exactly the expression of a little boy trying out a new toy.

Then she started to play, and at first a series of drum beats were just like that, but in the end she was playing the gong - no, there was a mistake when playing the cymbals. While she was playing, she also stepped on the pedal, so the two cymbals sounded together. .

"Ah?" Jinguji stopped and even laughed, "Wait a minute, it's a small problem! I'll do it again!"

After saying that, Jinguji Tamamo took a deep breath and started playing the drum beat from the beginning - but this time she stepped on the wrong pedal and hit the bass drum.

This mistake made everyone present frown.

Jinguji Tamamo shouted first: "Wait a minute! Don't panic, this is a technical adjustment!"

Kazuma always felt that she was having fun.

She has really never played this drum before.

Not only did Hema confirm this, the drummer also confirmed it. Judging from the expression on the drummer's face, he already regretted letting a layman touch his precious drum set.

Kazuma directly pressed the bamboo knife against the neck of the drummer who was about to step forward: "What are you doing? You don't even have the patience to listen to the performance?"

"She has obviously never played the drums before, and I haven't reached the point where I have to be taught by someone who is playing the drums for the first time!" the drummer said loudly, ignoring the bamboo knife at his throat.

Kazuma smiled slightly: "It is indeed her first time to play drums, but she is super talented in controlling percussion instruments."

The effect of these words was visible to the naked eye, and the drummer's expression became distorted, as if he was hesitant to speak.

Kitagawa Saori had previously expressed envy and jealousy towards Kazuma's talent. Kazuma boldly speculated that the drummer also had feelings of envy, jealousy and hatred towards talented people.

After confirming that it was effective, Kazuma launched an additional attack: "She is a genius in percussion."

It doesn't matter whether you are a genius or not, now defining Kazuma is enough to stimulate the drummer.

If Jinguji successfully masters the drum set in the future, it will definitely be a heart-wrenching blow to the drummer, and may even make him want to try his luck with the so-called "God of Music."

As soon as Kazuma finished speaking, Jinguji Tamamo said: "It seems that fighting directly is not feasible. I have to hum a little to bring down the mood."

After saying that, she started singing directly, which was the Japanese children's song "Passage Song".

This song is honestly quite magical, both in terms of melody and lyrics.

The drummer exploded when he heard the first two lines: "You still sing children's songs, are you humiliating us?"

Seeing that the drummer was about to explode, Kazuma increased the force he exerted on the bamboo sword.

At this time, Jinguji Tamamo began to play the drums.

In the beginning, I just simply set the beat for the song and acted as a rhythm section.

But after the first main melody ended, Tamamo added a meaningless, drawn-out hum.

After this humming, the drum beats came like a storm.

Although it can still be heard that Jinguji has a big problem with his proficiency and obviously hit many wrong places, the drumming overall feels like it is done in one go.

What Kazuma wants is this feeling of "obviously a novice but everyone can tell he has great potential."

He watched the drummer's expression.

The drummer was in a trance at first, then gradually came back to his senses, and then his expression changed to envy and jealousy in the process.

Kazuma thought, yes, this is the effect he wanted.

Envy, jealousy, and then anxiety attract the followers of the so-called music god.

Kazuma is actually not sure that this can solve the mystery of the serial murder case, but for Kazuma, killing a drug dealer is equally important, and it also protects the innocent.

Suddenly, Kazuma noticed that the drummer's expression changed from envy, jealousy, and hatred to fear.

What the hell?

Kazuma turned around and followed his gaze, and saw Jinguji Tamamo shaking her hair desperately, which looked like a certain GIF emoticon.

Kazuma: "What are you doing?"

Jinguji stopped shaking his head and banged his braid on the drum.

"Huh? I don't think all rock drummers are like this?"

"This... your braids are so thick, doesn't it make your neck tired when you swing them?"

Jinguji Tamamo touched his neck: "I'm quite tired, and it hurts when my braids are slapped on my body..."

"Then stop shaking! Your image is completely gone!"

"Yeah, it doesn't matter. It's fun to play drums. Whether it's a taiko drum or a drum set, I'm very happy!" Tamamo said and played another impromptu drum beat, but ended up stepping on the wrong pedal again. "Ah, you shouldn't do it again. Try it again." …”

She typed the improvisation again. This time she stepped on the pedals correctly, but she stopped: "Hmm... does it feel like it feels right when you type it correctly?"

Before he finished speaking, Drummer Sang turned around and walked towards the backpack and personal belongings placed on the side of the stage. He picked up the coat thrown on the ground and left without looking back.

The bassist yelled, "Wait a minute! Yu Yisang! Come back! Without the drummer, lead singer, and guitarist, how can we hold a live show later?"

"Isn't there a talented new drummer?" the guy named Yuyi said.

Kazuma patted the shoulder of Tamamo Jinguji who was still happily playing the drums: "Okay, let's go. How about I leave you here alone?"

"Wait a minute! I'll be right away." After saying that, she reluctantly put down the drum stick and stood up.

After Kazuma made sure she was ready to follow, he strode out of the theater.

The band members who were left in place looked at me and I looked at you, big eyes and small eyes.

The bass player said, "How about we forget it today? We are so short of people that we can't do it at all."

"That's right, let's forget it." The keyboard player sighed, "Help me help and send these two lying down to the hospital."

"What kind of hospital are you sending me to? Are you paying for it? The live show tonight is gone, and I have no income, so eating is a problem.

"Come on, as long as you still have breath and can breathe normally, just leave it on the roadside to cool down for a while and you'll wake up."

The bassist waved his hand.

**

After leaving the livehouse, Ma and Ma saw the drummer who had just put on his coat in the crowd without much effort.

To be honest, this person is just a rookie, and he didn't even have a temporary entry after receiving such a big impact.

The opponent's steps were long and fast, so Kazuma also quickened his pace.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered that Tamamo Jinguji was a girl and her steps were not that big, so he looked back and saw Tamamo running after him.

Kazuma: "How about you go home first, and I'll do the rest..."

"Don't detectives always work in pairs?" Jinguji Tamamo shook his head, "I can keep up, so don't worry about me and keep an eye on me."

Kazuma nodded and continued to track the drummer.

I just heard the bassist call the drummer "Yuyi", and I don't know if this is his stage name, nickname or real name.

Fortunately, in Kanda River, although the population density is very high because many college students come to rent, the place is not very lively, and there are not many pedestrians on most streets.

In a place like this, even without relying on the recognition of word entries, it is still quite easy to track down a tall and powerful target like the drummer.

Kazuma followed each other through the streets, looking back from time to time to check on Tamamo Jinguji's condition.

Fortunately, I can play Taiko drums at Jinguji Temple, so my physical strength is really good.

Along the way, she turned out to be just a little blushing and breathing a little faster.

As for Kazuma, Kazuma's physical strength is not limited, there is no problem at all.

Finally, Kazuma saw the drummer coming to the door of a disco and walked in without hesitation.

The disco's neon sign read "The Pit of Death."

To be honest, the name "Death Pit" always reminds Kazuma of the Skaven in the medieval Warhammer. The Death Pit is a strategic location for the Skaven and can build legendary buildings...

But obviously this disco has nothing to do with the Skaven, and there is no Skaven’s iconic green triangle symbol on the neon sign.

The color of the signboard is not green either. You must know that the iconic color of the rat people is green. Green is everywhere, which is very "healthy".

Kazuma was about to go straight to Huanglong when he suddenly remembered that he had Jinguji Tamamo with him. He glanced at the attire of the group of people gathered together to smoke at the door of the disco, and then looked back at Jinguji Tamamo's appearance as if he was here for an outing. The pure dress of a young lady.

By this time, people at the door of the disco had spotted Jinguji Tamamo and started whistling.

After all, even if the pure dress doesn't show off her figure, it can't cover up Tamamo's proud curves.

Kazuma was speechless, if he brought Tamamo into this disco, I'm afraid it would soon turn into a fight because someone wanted to take advantage of him.

Kazuma would never let these "lucky people" touch his precious apprentice with their dirty hands.

Therefore, if you take Tamamo in, you will inevitably fight.

The best-case scenario is that a fight affects Chiyu and blows up the medicine seller.

The worst possibility is to alert the enemy.

Kazuma thought for a while and decided that he still couldn't bring the female family members in.

Putting aside the possibility of alerting the enemy, it would be inconvenient to start a fight or do anything else with the girl.

Unless it's a girl like Honami who can fight alongside him.

But even Honami is inconvenient to bring in.

So Kazuma said to Tamamo, "Well, you go home first. I'll go in and see the situation myself."

Jinguji Tamamo replied: "Yes, yes, but I think it's better to have someone who can take care of each other, right? If you go in alone, even you are not safe. If you don't fear ten thousand, just be afraid of the worst."

Jinguji had no objection to Kazuma not taking her in. Obviously, she understood that her entry might become the trigger for a fight.

Kazuma thought about it and thought it made sense.

At this time, the only person suitable to go to the disco together is Amao!

So He Ma said, "You go home first, and I'll call Amao from the public phone."

As he spoke, Kazuma took out coins and walked towards the public phone booth not far away.

At this time, he suddenly realized that he had no coins on him - usually he would bring a few 500 yen coins with him for emergencies or something, but yesterday when he was changing clothes, he seemed to have forgotten to take out the coins from his pocket!

Kazuma turned around in embarrassment and said to Jinguji Tamamo, who had already taken out his monthly pass and was about to take the bus home: "Lend me five hundred yen..."

Jinguji was stunned for a moment and then asked, "Didn't Chiyoko check what you brought before you went out today? Her sister neglected her duty today."

"Stop talking, lend me some."

Jinguji Tamamo took out his wallet, first took out a few 500 yen coins from the coin pocket on the side, and then took out a 10,000 yen bill and stuffed it together with Kazuma.

"I think you have to have a 10,000-yuan bill with you to go to a disco," she said, "although I have never been to a disco."

——So you want to go in and see it, right? You definitely want to go in and see it!

"Then, I'm leaving." Jinguji Tamamo said, reaching out to straighten Kazuma's collar, "Be careful."

Kazuma nodded, just as the bus pulled into the bus stop not far away.

Jinguji hurriedly ran to the bus stop and squeezed into the bus before the door closed.

Kazuma watched the bus leave, then walked to the phone booth, threw a five hundred yen coin into the coin slot, and then dialed his home phone.

**

More than an hour later, Amao arrived.

"All my coats have been washed and haven't been dried yet," Amao pointed to the clothes on his body, "so I asked Senior Huacheng to borrow a set of clothes."

Kazuma looked at Amao and nodded: "Not bad, he looks like an idle college student. When he goes in later, his expression will be more fierce. He doesn't look like a good person."

Amao smiled: "Master, have you forgotten what I did before I changed my ways?"

After saying that, he immediately put on the classic expression of a bad boy, looking murderous and defiant.

Kazuma clapped his hands: "Okay, it's very similar! By the way, you've been to a disco before, right?"

"Of course I have. We robbed the lower class of their money and used it to play Pachinko, sing K, and dance... Ah, I know this is wrong, and we have already paid back all the money!"

"Okay, then you are an expert, and this time I want you to lead me, the master, in."

It's not Kazuma Chui. He has lived in two lifetimes and has never been to a disco.

It is common to go to a nightclub to entertain customers, but a nightclub is not a disco after all, at least it is a private room.

It was the first time today for Kazuma to enter a disco, a place where a large group of people mingled together and twisted their bodies wildly.

Thinking about it makes me a little excited.

Amao led He Ma across the street to the photo of the "Death Pit". He looked at each other with the group at the door, and then the group continued to smoke and chat by themselves.

Amao led Kazuma through the door.

Kazuma asked softly: "You just looked at each other and aligned the incisions?"

"No, no, there are no incisions. This kind of thing depends on the momentum. At a glance, you will know, 'Ah, these are the same kind', even if I didn't dye my hair today."

With that said, the two entered the second door.

This second door is obviously much thicker than the previous one, and the sound insulation effect is also better.

After entering the second door, Kazuma's ears seemed to be temporarily deaf.

There was a booming sound throughout the room, and the crowd was twisting crazily under the psychedelic lights.

There was a DJ on the stage scratching dishes - no, there was no scratching in this era. The DJ was probably twisting the knobs on the synthesizer like crazy?

Anyway, the DJ was making noise while shaking his head just like Jinguji did when he played drums.

Kazuma was speechless: "Is he really not going to throw his head off?"

Amao: "Ah? What did you say?"

The noise was so loud that it was impossible to have a normal conversation.

Kazuma waved his hand: "Leave me alone! Take me for a walk, I'm looking for someone."

Before Amao arrived, Kazuma had been staring at the exit of the "Death Pit". Unless the drummer named Yoichi ran away through the back door, he must be in this disco.

The key is how to find him?

Kazuma glanced at the smoky environment and couldn't help but be speechless: It is really difficult to find a person among this group of demons.

But Kazuma thought for a moment: If Ichi came here intending to trade questionable drugs, then he couldn't dance in the crowd.

He must be in the booths next to him, that's where he can "talk about things".

So Kazuma patted Amao on the shoulder and pointed to the booth.

Amao nodded immediately and led Kazuma towards the booth.

The two of them quickly arrived at the booth area. Before Kazuma could check the people sitting in the booth one by one, a waiter came forward and asked, "What would you like to drink?"

It seems that when you go to the booth, you must order something to drink.

Kazuma: "Youka..."

Amao: "I want whiskey."

"Understood, a glass of whiskey, how about you sir?"

The waiter looked at Kazuma.

Kazuma understands, we can only order wine here.

He traveled through time and lived in Japan for a long time, and subconsciously began to abide by the rule that he could not drink alcohol before he was 20 years old.

If I had actually ordered coffee just now, I'm afraid this investigation would have been ruined.

Kazuma: "I want vodka."

"A glass of vodka, pay first, sir." The waiter said, flattening the empty plate and stretching it out in front of Amao and Kazuma.

Kazuma took out the 10,000-yen bill that Jinguji just gave him and put it on the plate.

The waiter looked at Kazuma expectantly, obviously waiting for the words "No need to look for it."

Kazuma: "Find some good money and send it back with the wine."

So the next moment, Kazuma enjoyed an epic face-changing performance.

So explicit?

The waiter responded weakly: "Sir, please wait a moment, what you want will be here soon."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Amao naturally sat down in the nearest booth, and Kazuma quickly followed and sat across from Amao.

"Are you really going to have a drink later?" Kazuma asked.

"I'm a real ex-delinquent. I've drank wine a long time ago, and smoked too." Amao shrugged, "I wasn't as tall as I am now, so after drinking, I would always hide and ride my bicycle like a ghost." The patrols are quite exciting.”

Kazuma: "Now that you look like a real adult, you shouldn't be questioned by the patrol."

"I hope so. At worst, I'll find a tie or something to tie around my head when I go back."

Kazuma smiled.

Amao changed the topic: "Master, did you see the target?"

"No." Kazuma shook his head, "When I was stalking outside, it was easy to follow the target because he was dressed in a visual kei band, but now in this room, all the people in this room are dressed in a visual kei band..."

"Master, you can do this. When the wine comes later, you hold the wine glass and pretend to be looking for someone to make friends with, and wander around the booth area. This is normal and no one will care about it."

Kazuma was stunned: "Why are you so skilled? How many times have you been to the disco?"

"I'm a former delinquent, and I know a lot about discotheques." Amao said and patted his chest.

Kazuma shrugged.

At this time, on the stage where the DJ was, a strong man appeared on the stage.

The strong man carried the guitar on his back, went straight to the DJ, punched the DJ down, and then threw him off the stage.

The people who were dancing stopped twisting and cheered like a tsunami.

Kazuma pointed to the stage: "What's going on with this? Custom?"

Amao shook his head: "Sorry, Master, I have never seen this scene before. It should be unique to this disco."

A band came on stage and started tuning.

The people in the disco stopped shaking and shouted "URB" "URB" together, the sound so loud that it even overshadowed the sound of the disco music that was still playing.

Kazuma glanced at Amao, who spread his hands at him.

Obviously this URB is beyond Amao's knowledge.

Kazuma suspected that URB was the name of the band. But now the scene of everyone rhythmically chanting three English letters together always reminds Kazuma of the scene in his last life when the European and American audiences shouted TSM in unison when watching the League of Legends global finals.

When Hema traveled through time, S10 had not started playing yet. I wonder if S10 will have the role of Big Glass Senior Brother.

At this time, someone finally remembered to turn off the music. A guy dressed as a staff member ran onto the stage, got to the front of the DJ booth, and turned off the current music.

The lead singer of the URB band picked up the microphone and shouted to everyone in the audience: "I kept you waiting!"

There was cheering below.

"Let's fuck the God of Music together!" the lead singer shouted again, while shouting and raising the universal rock gesture.

The people below also raised the same gesture and shouted "God of Music"!

Goosebumps appeared on the back of Kazuma's head.

What the hell, this damn thing couldn’t really be the sacrificial scene of some foreign god, could it?

He likes to play the God of Music and use music and art to seduce people...the King in Yellow?

No way, right?

Kazuma glanced at Amao, who also frowned.

After meeting their gazes, Amao asked Kazuma: "Master, this scene in front of me... reminds me of ***. How can we distinguish between musical fanaticism and religious fanaticism?"

Kazuma: "Maybe there is no need to distinguish."

Kazuma recalled that in his previous life, he was very concerned about the craze caused by musicians such as the Beatles, Elvis Presley and Michael Jackson, as an abnormal phenomenon.

Because this phenomenon could not be contained, it was finally decided to assassinate Elvis and others.

Now that Kazuma has witnessed "Music Mania" with his own eyes, he suddenly feels that maybe he is not joking - maybe this is really some kind of abnormal phenomenon.

If so, it would explain a lot of things.

This kind of fanaticism, to be honest, is no different from religious fanaticism.

It’s just that music lovers didn’t launch a crusade.

And the frantic scene in front of Kazuma now might actually be the mass of the god of music, who doesn't know where he came from.

When he gets home, Kazuma will definitely have a good chat with Tamamo about this matter.

At this time, the waiter with the stinky face came back and put the wine and change on the table in front of Kazuma.

Kazuma put away the change, picked up the wine glass, and glanced at Amao: "I'll go take a look."

Amao nodded: "I'm right here, serving as backup."

Kazuma stood up and walked towards the depths of the booth area with leisurely steps.

At the same time, the URB band on the stage began to sing the first song.

I have listened to a lot of rock music all my life, and I think I have a certain appreciation for rock music.

The rock music of this URB band made him involuntarily turn his head to look at the stage.

This band is unexpectedly good?

So, after meeting the God of Music, can you really improve your music creation ability?

Just as Kazuma was thinking about it, he bumped into someone else, and the wine in his hand splashed all over Kazuma.

He turned to look at the person he met, and was about to apologize when he suddenly realized that the person he met was unkind.

The strong man, who was a head taller than Kazuma, looked at Kazuma condescendingly: "Hey, this lost lamb can't seem to find where his home is?"

Kazuma smiled: "I just want to find someone to make friends with."

"Anyone who loves music is a friend. Do you love music?" the strong man asked.

Kazuma: "Of course, I love music so much."

"But what you brought is not a guitar, but a bamboo knife." The strong man said.

"This..." Kazuma was about to explain, when suddenly there were warm cheers from around him.

He and the strong man turned to look at the stage.

I saw a man climb up the stage from the front, go straight to URB's drummer, punch the drummer down, grab the drum stick and start banging.

The man on stage was none other than the drummer Yuichi who led Kazuma to this disco!

The violent drumbeats resounded throughout the disco. The other members of URB were ready to fight, but their expressions changed upon hearing the drumbeats.

The lead singer shouted: "A new family is born! Let's go crazy for the music together!"

Kazuma half-opened his mouth. He felt more and more that this popular so-called new drug was not as simple as sex.

Where can ordinary people have this effect?

Can it really improve the level of music creation?

At this time, the strong man in front of Kazuma said: "Do you also want to see the God of Music?"

Kazuma nodded decisively: "I'm a bit interested."

He wanted tangible evidence.

"Then you are looking in the wrong place." The strong man said, "We here have no idea what these people are crazy about."

Kazuma looked at the strong man suspiciously.

The other party changed his ferocious expression and spread his hands: "We just run the disco in a peaceful manner. We pay protection fees to Daochuan who manages this site every week, and then we also use money to manage the patrols in this area. Occasionally, I would give gifts to the police chief’s daughter.

"We are good people."

Kazuma frowned. He knew that if he tried hard in this disco, he would probably not find anything.

The enemy had been alerted and ran away cautiously.

But this time it was not completely fruitless.

Kazuma turned to look at the drummer Yoichi who was playing the drums passionately on the stage.

At least Kazuma knew someone who was definitely having an affair with the god of music.

Also discovered is an underground band URB that everyone may relate to the god of music.

Next, just keep an eye on the drummer Yuichi and find Kitagawa Saori to find out more about this URB band, and you can always find some clues.

So Kazuma showed a regretful expression: "That's it. I'll ask these people on the stage later."

"It's useless." The strong man shook his head, "Many of us have asked questions like what the God of Music is, but they said a lot of unintelligible words. I asked at that time, 'Just say the God of Music. Who is it, Elvis or John Lennon?' and they burst out laughing."

Kazuma was half pretending and half genuinely shocked: "Not even Elvis Presley and John Lennon are considered music gods?"

The strong man shrugged: "Yeah, I think it's ridiculous too. Maybe in their eyes, these people are just 'gods' or 'saints'."

Kazuma took the opportunity to express his reasoning and tested it: "Is this a new religion?"

"Who knows, I personally feel that the popularity of rock and roll is already religious enough." The strong man shrugged, then snapped his fingers and summoned an attendant, "Here, give this guy a new glass of vodka. After all, it's me. Spilled his vodka."

The waiter nodded: "Okay."

The strong man added: "Send it to the guest's seat."

The meaning was obvious, asking Kazuma to return to his seat quickly and stop wandering around.

He Ma walked down the hill and said, "Okay, I'll go back and wait for the vodka. Why don't you come and sit down and chat for a while?"

"No, as the manager of this disco, I'm quite busy." As he spoke, the strong man bowed to Kazuma, turned around and left.

The waiter stood there, looking at Kazuma. It was obvious that he would not get the wine unless Kazuma responded.

Kazuma could only turn back to his seat and glanced at Amao.

Amao: "Do you feel like you've hit a wall?"

"Yes, the real owner should have run away. It is estimated that there will not be a pill trade that can meet the God of Music in this place for a long time." Kazuma was speechless.

"Did you alert the enemy?"

"That's right. But if we don't come in and take a look, we will never be sure that there is really a problem here." Kazuma whispered.

At this time the waiter brought the wine.

Kazuma waited for the waiter to leave and poured the wine in the glass into the trash can under the table.

He wouldn't drink any drink from someone who might be his enemy.

Amao: "How about I go out and call Officer Shiratiao?"

"It's useless. The other party has completely ignored the relationship and can only arrest the few on the stage. But judging from that, they will definitely not reveal the secret."

Amao also glanced at the stage, looking helpless.

"Let's go." Kazuma said.

Amao nodded and poured the undrinkable wine in front of him into the trash can under the table.

Then the two stood up and moved towards the door.

**

On the second floor of the Death Pit, a man wearing a peaked cap asked the Death Pit manager who came upstairs: "Interpol?"

"No, it's not like that. He looks younger than the average detective, like a college student, but... he also has a very oily feeling. He is very smooth in dealing with things."

The man in the peaked hat frowned.

The manager continued: "And I always feel that the person I am talking to looks a bit familiar, as if I have seen him somewhere."

In this era, image dissemination mainly relies on photos in newspapers and television. For people who do not often read newspapers and television, it is normal for them to be unfamiliar with Kazuma's face.

But many people probably know the name "Kiryu Kazuma" through word of mouth.

Especially the residents of this underground world have somewhat heard of the name of the person who single-handedly promoted the Kanto Alliance, a three-generation organization.

However, Kiryu Kazuma did not declare his family status just now.

The man in the peaked hat thought for a few seconds, and then said to the men at the door: "Follow them."

The men immediately nodded and left quietly.

The man in the peaked hat then said to the manager: "We are moving. We can no longer stay in this place where we are being watched."

The manager hurriedly asked: "Then if someone comes to sell something, we should..."

"Don't worry, the God of Music will guide your relatives to find new sales points. You just need to continue to provide your relatives with a place to play to their musical strengths."

The manager hesitated for a moment, but nodded: "I understand."

To be honest, the manager didn't believe in the nonsense about the god of music guiding his family at all.

But since they didn't want to tell him what was going on, he didn't bother to ask.

When making a living in the underground world, it is often a blessing to know little.

"Is there anything else you need me to do?" the manager asked.

The man in the peaked hat shook his head: "No, you did a good job. If the police come, just tell everything you know. When you need legal aid, someone will naturally come to you with a lawyer." .”

The manager bowed to the man in the cap and exited the room.

The man in the peaked hat stood up immediately. Without looking at the alternate passage leading to the back door, he directly opened the window of the room, jumped out of the window, and quickly disappeared into the night with parkour moves that would have amazed Kazuma.

The wind blew into the room through the open window, causing the curls of smoke from the unextinguished cigarette butts in the ashtray to dance in the wind.